“Heard you were coming to town,” Fungy said.
“We were wondering just when you’d have the nerve to show up here,” Merry said at the same time.
Reath couldn’t help laughing at his old friends. They were always finishing each other’s thoughts.
As boys, the three of them had been inseparable, insufferable, and to some, indistinguishable, despite the difference in their coloring. They had done everything together. Each tall and athletic, they had been well known as avid sportsmen, neck-or-nothing riders, and considered bang up to the mark by their peers. There wasn’t a scheme, game, or trick they hadn’t been involved with in some way. And the three of them had hit London like a storm after coming down from university. It was only after the debacle involving his winning of Wyncort that Reath’
